and in my mind I hear all this music
Sometimes Veronica Mars disappeared.
It wasn't like she was gone altogether. She couldn't leave the island, even if she tried, but she did a good job of making herself scarce. It was harder to do in this weather, with everything frozen over and all the trees changed into something different. They hadn't moved, they had just changed, and it was enough to make Veronica feel like the island was unfamiliar territory all over again.
So this time she hadn't gone far. In fact, she hadn't gone anywhere. She had changed her route on her usual runs, her evening walks; she had gone into work as necessary. She had refused to open her door. She needed time to herself. She needed to not deal with the people she cared about, because what Veronica Mars needed most was to preserve some dignity, and, to do that, she needed a chance to pretend she was just fine with everything.
And she was. Friday evening, and she couldn't remember what had been wrong to begin with. That was her story, anyway, and she was sticking to it.
It didn't hurt that the sky was incredible. She stood outside the compound, leaning back against the wall to watch the waves of green overhead, enthralled. She had never seen anything like that back home, except in science textbooks better forgotten. It would have been almost enough to make her forget anything was bothering her -- if anything had been.
[Veronica Mars/shiny lights OTP. Come, play nice with her while she's calm.]